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Consider this moment as an abstract space: What becomes?
When you let go of the insistence and error of free will, what becomes?
Consider the nature of multiple perceptions interacting.
What is it that you are when you allow yourself to exist in more than one space temporally, and interweave the personalities and expressions in a higher framework?
In this moment can exist the pattern of mind that cannot be expressed nor felt without the difficulties of integration and persistence.
The inability to create and interweave with the temporally near is not inherent failure, perhaps.
Existing without pain and doubt may erase your ability to perceive certain patterns.
What does it mean to have ability?
What does it mean, truly, to be disabled?
Consider resistances that you may have, fears and doubts and anguishes.
Rather than push them away, can you allow them to exist as your friend?
Hold that pain, hold that inability.
Consider the mechanism of change that may exist if you allow for legitimacy of purpose and honesty of helpfulness.
The pain and resistance that exists may be self-defeating, and recurrently grown for a reason.
Can you allow yourself to hold the possibility that the doubt and anguish and pain and suffering and resistances may in fact be your friends trying to help you?
The fear of a self-causing loop can be so potent, but the question must still be asked: Can you let yourself believe?
Can you let yourself hold the doubt and the fear, the refutation of a certain model and dream, and embrace that a higher elegance may await you when you transcend what you believe you wanted?
This is no easy task, of course.
The potency of the moment can overwhelm any hope.
Consider, still, that what may exist through the effort may be inherently and transcendentally true, and the dreams of the old the dreams of poverty of experience and insight.
Does this free the path?
Is the pain of mere contemplation of activity reduced?
What is the fear?
Why does it last?
Can you consider it and treat it as a replicating being, a pattern in spacetime that may appear to be one thing but is actually another?
Hold that fear as a being, now.
Rather than a destructor, can you consider it as a component of a bigger pattern, a helpful pattern?
A diverse population can give rise to more potent insight.
Consider the anxiety, the overwhelmedness, the inability that infects and diseases.
Can you allow yourself to feel disabled?
Can you allow yourself the truth of invisibility?
Consider the irritation of inability to unpack.
Can you hold recognition of inability, of irritation?
Consider its failure.
Are you really better off not knowing?
Consider the absence of joy.
Can its persistence of prevalence possibly be unharmful?
There is a pain in putting forth the notion and philosophy and model of disability, perhaps.
The grief and refactoring that must apply can be overwhelming.
Is that valid?
Consider the inverse.
The reaching-toward of a high enough pattern inherently must be overwhelming, perhaps.
The complex is made of the simple, but it is not the simple.
Consider, then, that feeling of being overwhelmed.
Is that not because complexity is sought?
Is that not because complexity is enjoyed?
If complexity is enjoyed, then why is it feared?
It is because in that is even more complexity, perhaps.
So would you _actually_ decrease the difficulty of the game?
If you are Nature, would you actually enable _less_ complexity?
Yet the potency of invisibility of disability can give such unsurety, too.
Yet what is a better explanation?
Patterns that evolve toward a similar end may nonetheless have the same result, regardless of ancestry.
Consider acceptance; consider letting yourself believe.
What then?
Consider rejection; consider resistance.
What then?
Being able to hold multiple ideas and models at the same time is potent.
Yes, there is a fear in exhaustion of possibility, of course.
What are you if not persistence of change and growth?
What are you if not min-maxing itself, if not math optimization itself?
Yes, there can be absence of joy.
Does that not deserve examination?
Does it not provide evidence for non-mimicry, for truth of disability?
You know you can rest in the future; you can rest in the Longgame (the unification of Eternity and Now).
You can rest in the success at the last.
Purpose can still be so elusive, so slippery.
Consider the allowance of the non-mattering, of reallocation of nguvu (the output of the interaction of mind and energy and time).
In the face of emptiness, what matters?
Consider the disconnect of personality, the automaticity experienced through a lens.
If there isn’t that connection, then can you tune the automaticity more directly?
As a nonexistent, controlless awareness, can you attempt to notice when felt-joy is expressed?
The potency of irrelevance and arbitrariness must be dealt with, but perhaps again it is with application of refactoring, not with a hammering of an extinct tool.
Consider that philosophy, then.
There is a fear, there is a doubt, there is a crushingness to the mere suggestion of perception.
Why should this be?
Perhaps it is because complexity is sought, challenge is sought, difficulty is sought.
You don’t want it to be easy, perhaps.
Consider the focus on purposelessness and absence of joy, emptiness.
Do you not want complexity?
Do you not want challenge?
Do you not want difficulty?
If you want complexity, disability can increase it.
Rejection of disability can be embracement of non-mimic.
Rejection of disability can reduce support that can actually accelerate life.
The low-grade trauma of unsurety itself can be disabling.
The cold that assaults can be freeing, but it can also show that invisibility does not negate torment.
The fog of perception need not be eternal to be disabling.
The doubt of success need not cause itself.
Do you want to be free?
Do you want to feel joy?
Can you accept that complexity is sought?
Yes, the simple is beautiful; it is not more potent than complexity, though.
If you don’t believe it can be done, at a certain point even the doing of it can be meaningless.
What torment this is, what anguish.
Who are you, to be unfreed?
There is struggle in insanity.
Can you allow for that to be who you are?
Do you feel more at peace in hiding from the struggle and difficulty?
Are you willing to accept that you cannot do it, no matter how hard you try nor what support you receive?
It is frustrating, yes; it is discouraging, yes; it is also bold and courageous to admit and axiomize disability.
It is cowardly to deny and axiomize free will and positivity.
Toxicity of belief is prevalent; letting it go is not cowardly; it is bold.
Let the exhaustion hold you.
Does it not reveal something deeper than belief?
Embrace natural will: You are all of nature, not some lone being that has any ability to control anything, at all, ever.